Agent of a certain comic

Chapter 265 Videotape in hand (fourth update from time to time)
after an hour!

After receiving a call from Jack, Mark directly called a taxi to where Jack and Debbie were now.

Inside a safe house somewhere in Washington DC.

With his hands in his pockets, Mark glanced at the man who was tied up in a chair.

Suddenly smiled!

Just let Jack and Debbie next to each other see each other...

quite a while.

Mark looked away from the murderous face full of filth, pulled a seat behind him and sat down.

After taking a sip of the bourbon that Debbie handed over, Mark looked at Jack quietly for a long time and said, "So... you let the target person be killed in front of your eyes?"

Jack opened his mouth, but stopped talking!

But before Jack wanted to explain anything, Mark said to himself: "...If you hadn't gotten married in June, I really want to transfer you to a Cuban prison to reflect for two or three years..."

Done.

Mark flashed a throwing knife with his right hand repeatedly, and stabbed fiercely in the thigh of the killer who was pretending to be asleep.

Just mentioning and pulling, when neither Jack nor Debbie was paying attention.

A twinkly bauble was extracted from within the killer's thigh...

next second!
what……

The killer opened his eyes in an instant, his eyes were about to split open, and screamed hard, like a lamb about to be slaughtered.

"Tell me who sent you there to silence you!" Mark said in a deep voice, his eyes filled with coldness...

"Ah..." The killer continued to scream!

Snapped!
Pfft!
Retracting his right hand, looking at the killer who was slapped on the floor by himself, Mark directly took the wet towel handed by Debbie and wiped it, then stood up and looked at Jack and said, "I'll give you half an hour, otherwise... ..."

Mark didn't finish his sentence, but showed a bright smile towards Jack!

This smile made Jack suddenly see that his hotel was gray...

Go to the living room of the safe house.

Mark looked at a mobile USB drive that Debbie found in the kitchen drain of the target person's house.

After a while, he handed it to Debbie who followed him out.

Soon!

"...Olier, this is an illegal kidnapping."

"Baro, I don't quite understand what you mean."

"...my brother, you arrested my brother, and I have a photo in my hand showing that you took him away."

"……I do not know what you're talking about!"

"Olier, I really regret that I thought of you as my best friend."

"Barlow, I've always been your best friend."

"You took my brother away!"

"Your brother may become the antidote to cure all mutant groups, and Worthington Pharmaceuticals is willing to give you a six-figure sum."

"I want my brother back!"

"Of course, once the lab staff cracks Jimmy's blood code, I guarantee he will return to you."

"...You are illegally imprisoned, I will go to the FBI now."

"Balow, I don't want to hurt you."

"Fack squid..."

"Baro..."

"Dudu!"

When the audio file finished playing, Debbie, who was sitting next to the computer, looked up at Mark, who rested her chin on her hand.

Mark asked aloud, "Who is this Olier in the conversation?"

Debbie tapped her fingers on the keyboard immediately, searching the NSA, CIA, FBI and major databases for all the Oliers who had a relationship with Barlow.

In no time!

A photo of a black and bronze male personnel appeared on the computer screen.

Zili Olier served at the same time as Jason Barlow. In terms of combat experience, his injuries can be counted as an elite soldier!
But he retired a year earlier than Barlow, and is currently working as a safety director at Worthington Pharmaceuticals...

at this time!

Ah!
Mark turned his head and glanced at the room where the bang was coming from, and frowned.

As for being so violent?
Didn't you bring the veritaserum you bought last year?
Shaking his head, Mark looked directly at Debbie and said, "Take this guy, we're going back to New York now."

Debbie nodded, and walked towards the noisy room behind!

Half an hour later!
Rolling up his sleeves, Jack simply and rudely knocked out the beaten bastard and threw him into the trunk.

After clapping his hands, he looked at Mark and tried to claim credit!
Mark was speechless for a while.

I'm thinking about whether to throw Jack in a Cuban prison for a while, and then transfer him back in May?
"Back to New York!"

Mark put on his sunglasses, deliberately ignoring what Jack said to Debbie next to the co-pilot's door.

but……

Just when the three of them were about to get in the car, a siren sounded rapidly approaching from a distance...

"Boss?"

Debbie, who was about to get in the car, looked at Mark with some puzzlement when she heard the siren gradually clear.

Then, his eyes fell on a twinkling gadget held by Mark's fingers...

"That's it?" Debbie blinked.

Mark nodded, dropped the tracker in his hand to the ground, and stepped on it with his brand new leather shoes.

completely destroyed...

In no time!

Four police cars approached directly from both ends of the green avenue, forming an encirclement circle around the three of Mark.

next second!
"Hold your head with your hands!"

"Your Majesty!"

"Kneel down immediately..."

Looking at the dozen or so police officers who got off the police car as if they were facing an enemy.

Sniff!
"What are you doing, put away your weapon." At this moment, a black Chevrolet bridge car arrived at the scene, and a middle-aged man of about 45 got out of the car, yelling at the surrounding police officers calmly. road.

Subsequently.

The detective from the Washington Third Precinct walked right past his officer and walked right up to Mark.

Mark smiled, but didn't speak.

When he felt that the killer had a tracker in his body just now, Mark planned to lure the snake out of the hole.

The unexpected person would be a killer team secretly recruited by a short dwarf...

But I didn't expect...

As for tracking it?

Come on, the reliability of the FBI safe house is still there.

and so.

There is only one possibility left...

Looking at the Washington Inspector who was half a head shorter than himself and still had wrinkles on his face, Mark shook his head but said in a puzzled way: "When did you start working for those capitalists?"

Rosh Stan, the homicide detective of the third branch of the Washington Police Department, has a younger sister who was a classmate of Mark in college...

Rosh, whose hair was also a little gray, smiled dryly and said, "I'm not your Mark, I don't have such good resources."

Compared with Mark, Rosh started as a patrol police officer step by step, patrolled for three years, and worked as a handyman for five years... A few years ago, in a cooperation with Mark, he was finally promoted to be the detective of the homicide team. .

After hearing this, Mark was silent for a while.

He nodded and waved to Jack who was still standing in the trunk in a daze.

Subsequently.

Looking at Rosh, he said lightly: "For Alicia's sake, this is the only time, Rosh! If you stay with darkness, you will eventually become darkness. This sentence... was what you told me at the time of."

Rosh forced a smile...

(End of this chapter)